Villiers, Michael

Description: Purple Dusk - Green Warlord Prince | Kayndred

Michael Villiers

    Purple Dusk to Green
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Kayndred

    Corlay Island Raider Captain
    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
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Villiers, Michael
« on: September 29, 2018, 10:30:40 PM »
Michael Villiers


The Basics


Full Name: Michael Villiers
Age: 25
Gender/Pronouns: male/he/him

Ethnicity: SL
Birthplace: Paon
Current Location: Corlay, Paon
Profession: Raider Captain

Caste: Warlord Prince
Birthright Jewel: Purple Dusk (CUT 56)
Offering Jewel: Green (CUT 25)

Face Claim: Nyle Dimarco



The Body


Height: 6’2
Body Type: Fit
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue

Appearance:
The edges and angles to his sisters softness, Michael is a blade from stance to smile. He carries himself with the easy knowledge of one who has grown to love their weapon, to know it intimately. Height and build combine to turn him imposing, frame solid with muscle earned through rigorous training. He is his sister’s partner in color save for his eyes, a blue dark enough to mirror storms, and short haired where hers is long.

There’s a boyishness about him that belies the temper that burns inside him, a veil that diverts attention from the fire that turns the sharpness of his jaw and the power in his shoulders into a threat. The strength of his chin and the sharpness of his cheekbones can be softened by a grin, if one can ignore its edge.


The Mind


Craft Strengths: 15pts
Psychic Wounding
Passing through Objects
Edge Walker
Binding Spells
Tracking Spells
Telekinetic Manipulation
Craft Weaknesses: Calming Spells, Power Blast, Physical Enhancement, Summoning and Vanishing 

Personality:
No more contemplative than his sister and equally as independent, Michael lives fiercely in the moment, future concerns set for future times. Paon has allowed an almost animal mindset to flourish in him, traits fed by the combination of his caste and the ability to disregard the attempted tethers of his parents’ restraint. He chases that which he desires with a single minded intensity and fierce focus that intimidates, but only so long as that interest lasts.

This has lead to sporadic engagement in both craft and practical skills, his attention dancing wildly between activities. It was something that was troublesome as a child, but as he’s grown Michael has learned the duration of his attention, and how to anticipate when to press on and when to turn to something else. This frequently makes those unused to his disposition irritated or caught wrongfooted, as there is rarely a time when he is not entertaining at least two activities. He is frequently fidgeting in some way, typically by flipping something over his fingers. Often a blade.

Where his sister has been gentled, Michael has been sharpened, a personality to match his body. The one consideration across all fronts is that whatever Michael has decided is his is his, beyond doubt. Engagement and appetite combine, and Michael’s possessiveness is a hooked thing, sinking fast and deep into whatever has his eye. With people, the least of this is a removal of boundaries; their space becomes his, and Michael is terribly tactile. For objects, a thing in his possession stays there until he willingly gives it up. Once something is his it is unwise to try and reclaim it without permission.


The Backstory


Family:
  • Ava | Mother | White to Tiger Eye Healer
  • Renaud | Father | Rose to Opal Warlord
  • Perrine | Sister | Rose to Purple Dusk Healer
  • Daphne | Sister | White to Rose Priestess
  • TBD | War Bride | Summer-sky to Opal Caste TBD
History:

If he were to recall his childhood, Michael would remember first the love of his parents, and their distance. Gentle, yes, and still warm, but carefully separate. It was the risk, without webs. It was folly too, some might say, what with how he tripped after his sister, first with steps and then in power. Sharing was what they did, and had done, and their parents had acted too late for any change to really take root. Michael's caste was one that had to be held fast accountable, and he was left too long following his own desire for their attempted firmness to affect him.

It was Perrine's hand that held him, smoothed away his hurts and calmed his mind, gilding the edge of his budding violence so as to be better tempered in his own grip. When Michael broke, or followed the thread of his own anger into a dangerous spiral, it was Perrine who caught him, Perrine who guided him back. Their parents, for all their love and caution, erred too much on the side of their own safety. For fear of one day letting their children free on distant shores they sharpened Michael's teeth against them, unknowingly encouraging the first root of his possessive behavior. A root that would not be torn free when they finally pulled him from his and his sisters' shared bed, screaming and lashing against them.

Ousted he may have been, but the slight remained, and would not be forgotten. If he could be dismissed of his loved one so easily by another then the answer was clear: make it so that none could remove him, and eliminate those that would try.

When apprenticeship descended upon them Michael was not sorry to leave. Departing their family home opened the doors to his freedom; at last, direction for his thus far unbridled energy, purpose for an attention that would not settle. Relief, too, from beneath the thumb of their parents, because although Michael had been chosen to learn how to break a man and Perrine to heal them, they were together again.

Their habits returned until they could not be maintained, Michael's temperament sharpened by puberty and the desire to buck any and all tethers, even in small ways. He attempted other bed partners and found them wanting for reasons he could not describe, beyond that his interest in them dimmed too rapidly to enjoy their offerings. The pleasures of the flesh were ones that intrigued him but frequently disappointed, and Michael, interest ever changing, decided he would do without.

And then he was leaving land and sisters behind, forging out on a path he knew was his even if it was the unknown.

He raided.

He killed, blood singing, feeling settled in his skin for the first time in years. The predator nature of his caste flourished, made him sharper, made him the weapon Paon wanted him to be. He reveled in the battles, in the way it felt like the Darkness rang within him. Finding his lovely spitfire war bride was the sweet bite of an already excellent wine, and Michael brought her home, triumphant, sensing that he had at last found the way to stay with that which was his.

It struck him that Perrine and his conquest are not immediately comfortable with each other. They were both his, the most important of qualifiers. Their edges misaligned and they bristled against each other, adding to his aggravated confusion, and he made his Offering hoping for answers. He came up Green and burning, cleaving from Perrine's side with a mix of regret and relief.

There was something freeing in a home all his own, a war bride to warm his bed. The distance settles his and Perrine's edges back into comfort, war bride aside, and it wasn't long before he was being recognized and elevated, the title of Raider Captain sitting fresh on his shoulders.


The Writer


Player Name: Kayndred or Kay
Player Pronouns: She/her/hers
Timezone: -7
Contact: PM, Discord, email
How did you find us?: Much Digging, but through Rise of the Believers' affiliates links

Inactivity Instructions: Archive, preferably. If something arises where he’s required I don’t mind that he be put up for adoption, killed as a last resort.
Roleplay Sample:

The bride is crying again, soft, quiet noises that add to Michael’s distraction. The knife that flits between his fingers moves faster, but the rising itch will not abate. Soon he will take to the sand and forest paths, to a drum that will sooth the hunger in him, if only for a time.

As it stands, the bride must be addressed.

“Woman,” he calls, attentive to the way that her breathing stutters. Even the strong break, and for all that she had fought him, screamed and bit and scratched, lashing out with Craft and fist alike, the reality of her situation is one she will be grappling with.

That, and he has been teasing her with the idea of renaming her, striping her of one more aspect of her homeland. He won’t, he knows, but there are boundaries that his spitfire bride must be made aware of. There are other raiders who are not so gentle with their claims, even though they carry the status of wife. Michael prefers as much of her intact as he can keep. She is his, first and foremost, after all.

His to keep, in whatever manner he sees fit.

He turns to her, to the glare she is levying at him, the lines of her shoulders and the jut of her chin screaming challenge. He has laden her not only with a tracking spell but a binding as well, playing up its strength and the repercussions should she try to act against it. For now, the boundary lines of their house must be enough for her, until he knows she can be trusted enough not to run. As much as he might enjoy it if she did.

"I'm going out. Feed yourself, or don't."

She hisses at him as he stands, lips parting to no doubt begin some curse against him, but that is something Michael is not yet willing to entertain. Perhaps later, when her edges better match his, he will cultivate banter between them. Now, her words will be too raw, too true, rough with feelings Michael doesn't want to have to compel away.

The knife flies from his fingers and sinks into the wood of the wall behind her, level with her eye. It quivers there, and he's pleased by the click of her teeth as her words fall away.

"We can discuss your stay, again, when I return."

The night air is cool against him when he steps out, door closing softly behind him. He lingers a few yards away, listening to her shift, the muffled scream of frustration that follows as she no doubt buries her face in their bedding. He smiles into the night before picking a direction and jogging off, mind still whirling away.

Maybe, when he's exhausted himself enough, he'll visit his sister. The predator in him warms to the idea of checking on the only part of his things that he cannot keep close.

His feet pound against the sand long into the night.

The Darkness

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Re: Villiers, Michael
« Reply #1 on: September 29, 2018, 10:48:37 PM »
The Darkness has granted you...
Purple Dusk
Cut 56
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Green
Cut 25


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The Darkness

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Re: Villiers, Michael
« Reply #2 on: September 30, 2018, 07:32:16 AM »
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